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hyped garbage

everything you have heard about this movie is true.

It was OK. I don't see why everyone loves it so much. It wasn't very smart or deep or well-directed.

Funny, strange, confrontational and subversive, this is one of the most interesting experiences you'll have at the cinema this year.

Yes, undoubtedly one of the funniest films ever made, The Perfect Woman is that rare comedy than can be seen over and over again with no loss of humor or diminution in its appeal. The film's extraordinary ability to repeatedly entertain is due partly to its witty dialogue, risible situations and cleverly delineated characters; partly to the inspired comic portrayals contributed by almost the entire cast, particularly Patricia Roc (who never looked more charming), Nigel Patrick (delightfully in his element as a temporarily embarrassed young man of "good connections"), Stanley Holloway (the most versatile of gentleman's gentleman), Miles Malleson (impossible to surpass as irremediably absent-minded, eccentric yet lovable old duffers), David Hurst (a paragon of slow-witted incompetence) and Fred Berger (a short fuse splittingly compounded by his fractured English). Nor must we forget to commend Irene Handl, Jerry Desmonde and Anita Sharp-Bolster. As the robot, Pamela Devis is perhaps not quite as mechanical or automaton-like in some of her actions as would make for the greatest hilarity, but that small defect could probably be sheeted home to the make-up man and the director. Otherwise, the direction is surprisingly fluid and professional. The comic timing is always spot on and the director, by means of rapid pacing and neat compositions has managed to completely disguise the script's stage origins. Supporting technical credits are likewise highly appealing. OTHER VIEWS: At first sight, Patricia Roc, who gave such a convincing account of a chain-smoking neurotic in Love Story (1944), would hardly seem a prime contender for The Perfect Woman. Yet here, assisted by flattering costumes, make-up, hair styling and photography - plus her own innate charm, skills and talent - she seems a sure winner! - T.H.So many funny lines and situations, so hilariously played, I was absolutely cracking up at our Hollywood Classics screening - despite the fact that I'd already seen the movie three or four times. - G.A.

The Perfect Woman is an amusing British farce from the late Forties that I have wanted to see for years and have finally managed to catch up with. Overall, I think it was worth the wait.The central comic idea of a robot being impersonated by her look-alike is beautifully realised. As Penelope assiduously responds to all Olga's key words, while attempting to preserve her modesty without revealing her imposture, I soon found myself chuckling appreciatively at the precision of the staging and the pantomime. Patricia Roc is delightful and handles the physical comedy superbly well. I am slightly surprised that she did not become better known.It was also good to see Irene Handl and Dora Bryan looking so young and sprightly.However, I cannot claim that this picture is an overlooked minor classic and I have to acknowledge that it has a number of weaknesses.The problems begin with the two male leads.Stanley Holloway was probably the biggest star in the picture, but his character is undeveloped and only exists to give Roger Cavendish someone to talk to. Holloway's actual performance is quite restrained, with none of the frantic over-reaction that another reviewer has reported, but he has very little to work with and is unable to add much to the movie.Nigel Patrick was an accomplished actor but here he is saddled with an impossible character. These pencil-moustached, down-on-their-luck, ageing playboys regularly turned up in English movies until well into the Sixties (Leslie Phillips built his whole career on them) but they are tough going today. In this movie, Roger Cavendish is meant to be dashing and debonair but today he just seems a bit shabby and creepy.More importantly, the main comic premise may be a good basis for a series of sketches, but it is too slight to sustain a full-length feature film. The early scenes are over-written and overlong (probably reflecting its origins on the stage) but once the characters have been introduced, and the situation has been set up, the movie quickly builds up a good head of steam. There are then some very effective comic scenes in the middle of the picture, but eventually the possibilities of the robot impersonation are exhausted and there is nowhere else for the story to go. This is when we start to ask why Penelope is so determined to maintain her impersonation of Olga (it must be simple fun and devilment, because there is no plot reason for it).At this point, the movie can only be stretched to the full 90 minutes by violating one of the basic rules of good farce: the situations may be contrived and far-fetched but the characters should always respond to them in plausible ways. In the final third of this movie, people continually act out of character in order to prolong the situation beyond its natural limits.For example, the dinner scene is beautifully choreographed, but requires the hotel manager to be too pushy and insistent and Roger to be uncharacteristically feeble: instead of stuttering explanations, he should just have ushered this pest out of the room. Similarly, it was out of character for his Aunt to intrude on what she thought was his wedding night, or for him to allow it.In a farce, it is fine for characters to exasperate each other, but it is fatal for them to exasperate the audience.Despite these drawbacks, I am sure this droll little picture amused a lot of people in 1949 and much of it still amuses me today. It is certainly not the archaic museum piece that other reviewers have implied and I would strenuously reject any suggestion that it shows how much more sophisticated our taste in comedy has become over the years.If you doubt me, I would just remind you that Mike Myers's wretched accents, crude mugging and off-target parody did not stop the Austin Powers movies from being one of the biggest grossing comedy series in history.The Perfect Woman is no comedy classic, but it is a hell of a lot more adroit than those three clunkers.

For some reason the director and actors seemed to be under the impression that if you acted in a maniacal fashion and speeded up your delivery everything would be hilarious.Instead it is an example of how not to film a farce.It makes even Brian Rix look restrained.Irene Handel and Miles Malleson are a joy as they are working at their own usual sedate pace.However what on earth were Patrick,Holloway and Roc playing at.Even as a robot Roc was wooden ,or should that be metallic.It is difficult to believe that Stanley Holloway gave a worse performance than this.I normally enjoy watching Nigel Patrick,but not in this.He literally chews the scenery.Little wonder that the British film industry was starring down at the precipice when this film was made.films of this type would help push it over the edge.

What a pity. This film could have been a little gem. But it had an inferior director with no vision, Bernard Knowles, and was totally ruined by almost maniacally unrestrained over-acting by Nigel Patrick and Stanley Holloway, who are about as subtle as a pair of howling hyenas. The story had great promise. It concerns an absent-minded genius who has invented a robot which looks like a woman, and in fact is made to resemble his pretty young niece, charmingly played by Patricia Roc. The niece ends up impersonating the girl robot, to what should have been hilarious effect. However, none of it comes off. The genius is brilliantly played by Miles Malleson, with some terrific comic moments, and there is another superb supporting performance by the always-reliable Irene Handl. But they cannot save the film, alas. If only Nigel Patrick and Stanley Holloway had been replaced by robots, it might have worked.